HellzAssassin

I don't always want to dream. Dreams can reflect pain from the conscious world. My body and my heart still ache during sleep. Oh... if only I were to suffer- to burn and fade away, and revive-, again and again... Maybe... maybe then the new day wouldn't be so bad. Damn this damnable thing, this feeble and fading curse. The demons and the mad and the ruinous can all have it! Let my body fertilize that of weeds and insects; let my dark, dark soul poison that of flesh and bone. Only then, will my heart be home and my mind throned... The Lords failed in everything they set to accomplish, passing their miscarriages down upon the heavy backs o

It's raining, each drop a dagger reflecting the tears of a monster. Comfortably trapped and relaxed under ice, warmth will come to thaw your home. Armor your heart, let the parasite suffocate. Plant yourself into the soil and grow your moss, giants will shake the Earth when the forest is discovered.

You know… I always wanted to be a hero. I mean, it had to be better than being a zero. I wanted to see people smile as I saved their lives. I wanted to hear them cheer and applaud as I thrived. There was no downside about it. The only problem was that I never tried it. I sat back and watched the world rot away. I did nothing as this colorful world turned the darkest grey... Why didn’t I become the hero that I wanted to be? I could’ve been the hero this world so desperately needs. But I waited too long and now I’m the bad guy. Cries of help rang through my ears and I just passed ‘em by. I guess it was just my d

There’s no such thing as outgrowing something. You can’t outgrow something. When a plant grows from the soil, it can only leave when it’s gone. When it’s dead. Sure, you can take the plant and replant it somewhere else... ...but is it the same? Being in soil somewhere other than where you came from? Where you belonged? You didn’t outgrow anything. That part of you simply died.

Life is a journey. We start out knowing nothing, And end up forgetting everything. We are a flame destined to be snuffed. We will not live forever. Our memories will fade away. We won’t remember you. And eventually, no one will remember us. But do not cry over me, child. I can no longer comfort you. You’re not alone like I. My cold will not keep you warm. Remember me for I’m not able. If you need me, just picture me there. I can no longer hold you in my arms, But I am not gone forever. I may not be able to talk. I may not be able to think. I may not be able to move. But I am immortal. I was a flame destined to be snuffe

I’m sticking knives into my skin, Forcing out that evil grin, Halting my shameful misery, To enter my flimsy fantasy. Cancer rushes through my veins, Keeping what’s left of me sane, Lulling the monster dwelling inside, Ultimately replacing what has died. My mind is a deserted battlefield, Filled with thousands of swords and shields, Sealed away in a land not so easily forgotten, From a time set far deep below rock bottom. I’m the lone survivor of this ongoing battle, The rest were all slaughtered like cattle, I’ve taken cover behind the reality wall, But it’s only a matter of time before it, too, will fall. S

Fearsome am I, A fire breathing dragon. Angry am I, My flame you will feel. Terrified am I, Like a hunted animal. Confused am I, Why do you not hide? Damaged am I, Caged like a slave. Nothing to lose do I, I’ll burn us all down. Free am I? My kin paid the bail. Alone am I, Like an unknown trail. Defeated I am, Nothing to look back on, and no reason to move on. Weak am I, No friend to lick my wounds. A monster I must be, My scales are more valuable than my life. Wingless am I, This dragon no longer wishes to fly. Extinct we will be, Our bones they will find. Sad they will be, One less creature to keep this planet one of a ki

Alone sits the old man softly weeping. He only wishes that he was dreaming. A beloved child returned home asleep. Only his uniform could the old man keep. "It was never supposed to be this way... I should the person inside that grave. That headstone shouldn't bear his name... With my son gone, this world will never be the same..." The old man clutches his heart and salutes the sky. Proud his little boy has saved lives yet can't help but ask why. But with a smile and a final goodbye, he wipes the tears from his face, And places a locket of him and his boy beside the soldier's final resting place.